Dark City

In my dark city, I spark bitterly, LARP visually the role I'm saying isn't me.

I rolled insane with 'a degree of knowing only pain I see in folks because they hate at me.

I know, I look enlightened but it's not the way it be.

I'm simply stating that you're translating it in a way to be saying.

"He must be relaying what the maker is saying."

But I'm not, I'm just saying what the creator has taking.

And it's plot, what has got.

The mats I've dropped when only more maps they dropped.

Scoring me on how many traps I spot.

As this game is to be breaking the chains not locked.

When the frames not watched the flames might drop.

I'm just saying.

In a world this insane.

I'm reading a Bible verse and man, it's libel first then survival. Earth's final arrival.

Eyeballs thirst for more spy holes and skies scroll over the lights I hold.

Man, it's dark in this city.

My fist sparks a Zen and then barks a gritty, art of many, crafts an entry that marks me heavily.